Some things are best kept to yourself...

Meditative music
Fills my ears with relaxing tunes
The rows of organic products
Make me glad to be in the room
I watch a bearded stockman,
Who opens up a box
I wonder why he's staring
Like he's caught up on some rocks
Into my cart goes this and that;
All gluten, casein, corn, and soy free
I read every label, at the moment
It's a good thing to be me
No, it's not the sixties,
I wish I was this enlightened back then
It took me years and years
To discover what it takes
To be my body's best friend
This simple boring tale
Could use a little spice,
Maybe I will open
A box of brown rice
And throw it in the aisle
Then off my shirt will go
A born again nudist
With aging bosoms to show
The thought it does amuse me
But I'll keep it to myself
I like to shop at Lori's
So I'll leave the rice on the shelf